Best Definable Poems
“Tamam Shud”
Handsome comes
as handsome goes
forgotten
not missed
lies waiting
intestate
a code
undeciphered
Mystery in the end -
far more interesting
answers calling
something whispers:
"Death -
open gate ...
Come in"
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Spin Spin Sugar" / Sneaker Pimps
https://youtu.be/uGPdpWbg5bU
"Police found a book nearby
from which,
the piece of paper was torn -
the works of a 12th century poet -
and on the inside cover
found some sort of code,
and a local telephone number."
1. Tamam Shud Case
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamam_Shud_case
2. "The man, fully dressed in a business suit, was found propped against the seawall at Somerton Park Beach, in southern Adelaide, on December 1, 1948."
https://www.abc.net.au/news/2020-10-08/new-animation-shows-face-of-mystery-somerton-man/12717590
3. Somerton Man/Blog
https://tomsbytwo.com/2021/02/02/two-definable-patterns-in-the-tamam-shud-code/
4. Somerton Man/CasoCriminal
https://casocriminal.org/en/unsolved-cases/mystery-of-the-somerton-man-taman-shud-case/
5. Tamam Shud / translate.
"In Persian "tamam" is a noun that simply means "the end" and it can also be used in the sense when something is finished or completed. The "shud" bit on the end is an auxiliary verb that puts it into the past tense, so "tamam shud" means "ended" or "finished".
6. Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubaiyat_of_Omar_Khayyam
7. Edward Fitzgerald (poet)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_FitzGerald_(poet)
8. ASIO
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_Security_Intelligence_Organisation
9.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RAAF_Woomera_Range_Complex
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radium_Hill
Psychological Science/Criminology,
double major.
LYRICS/ "Spin Spin Sugar", Sneaker Pimps
https://genius.com/Sneaker-pimps-spin-spin-sugar-lyrics
gravitating together,
children - puffy fat in snowsuits - grasp
one another's mittened hands,
in-line unison,
their fall backwards into a soft ridge of snow
kid-laughter dances on the bending wind of cold
saturated tones of silliness
freefall play
repeated in fresh drifts with puckish twists
newfound layers of warmth
with ruddy, winter-worn complexions
an untroubled time
in the bruised abundance of snow
etched by imprints
winter's candy floss to children
life-loving voices that torch the chilling air
with joy
before heartbreak is definable
before bindings shape their toil
Poem composed February 20, 2022
"To love is nothing. To be loved is something.
But to love and be loved, that’s everything."
When you are in warm handshake with love
All you ever imagine is to fly up high like the dove
You never cease soaring in aptitude to dissolute
Your thirst to drink more from love’s well is absolute
By devotion of countless emotions
The extent you hope to sail is beyond oceans
Nothing seems impossible
And by counts, every dream achievable
My story to tell is like most few ever told
It began on one late night, a walk alone in the cold
From afar beneath the cloak of total darkness
From henceforth arose my redemption from coyness
A portrait work of God’s intellect and perfection
Her appearance flaunts in blissful ignition
Nature’s gift hardly to reject
And by acceptance, patiently unwrap and inspect
Elizabeth by name, in her prime of life
Swore I to champion her test, master in all strife
Failing is an option potion to auction for glory
In such stature of her nature, I offer my best act honorary
Seasons washed ashore, the bonding mightier
The relationship happier and healthier
My queen no longer was one but two
By an act profound, her being two only takes two
A charming prince forth joins the family
Merrily and happily, the family chants joy so lively
Having my queen trust and love
Seeing my prince smile out of love
My greatest joy definable by no records
Descriptive by means of no words
I watched the rain
Pouring forever,
Down,
It seemed.
Later, the Sun,
The moon and stars
Still – silently glowing,
Forever it seemed.
My body occupied their space,
Evolving thoughts traveled elsewhere
Trying to connect together
Brilliantly glowing alone – apart.
I watched what was there
Trying to understand a connection
Senseless frigid thoughts of oddity
Fitting inside was not possible, again
Always outside – where it isn’t cramped
Enough room to feel the stillness - usually.
I had no face. Timid. I
Was indescribably blending in with whiteness
Erased by the superficial nothingness of time and space
Where people resided with their clothes of jewels, gold and furs.
Naked and exposed I lived amongst the forgotten few by the many
Clad with my pure innocent unrefined rags of thoughts, ideas and brittle crumbs
Leftovers for the “fairy tales of once upon a time” … the soulful ones
Definable only by the inside of myself from within myself.
Separated by inevitability, not by choice, maybe but still outside.
I remain condemned by who I am
To live within
Inhaling the warmth solitude of self-expression
Forever within.
© Charles H Keys, 2012. All Rights Reserved
EVIL FLIRT
The first dance with you,with my flirting beats
makes you shy at first.
the hands on your waist hold you tight in my arms
with the shyness with a warm hug you dance
when you talk like a baby girl and i reply on you
like a kid than sweet anger on your face makes me smile
The melodies sound of water fall ,
sound of air breeze your long hair touches my face
Eyes of undefinable beauty,trying to flirt with my words but
its hard to do cause of non definable gorges,adorable,delightful,
hot,cutie person cant be define with a words
like color of red cant be take out from a rose
taste of green apple cant be delicious as you words
my words fall on your feet but your EVIL FLIRT cant
be describe i love you
with love all
jagdish bajantri
Our eyes met, only for an instant
Yet something incredible had passed between us
It made us equal
More than a look, a shared moment
The exposing of each others souls
The conveyance of some unspoken bond had formed
More than thought
More vague than definable
The essence of love
The pureness of heart
Desire, loyalty, trust, sacrifice
It was all there hiding in our eyes at that moment
And we knew it was beyond mere words
A thing that had to be felt
And couldn’t be explained
Solid Ideas
A solid idea has a myriad of concrete corners
When you step off the curb take one with you and iron boots
It follows you with definable mass and weight
With cold hard facts to anchor
A solid idea is one that is frozen in time chiseled
Like a statue of hard marble it is always there
Asphalt and trees fill in the landscape by the river
Solid ideas sometimes bathe in the sun by the banks
Hold on to railings of the ship if you should sail there
Metallic footwear will not save you
If you float down the stream of consciousness
Or away into the atmosphere
The edges of street blocks are covered in salt
Under a microscope the crystalline structures take shape
Are cube like forms bunched together
A solid idea is one that grips you firm like that
It replaces, displaces water on the brain
I keep my solid ideas locked up
In chains, in basements, in refrigerators
To be taken out on special occasions
Poured over ice to thaw conversations
True beauty has no title.
To be beautiful is not to be objectified but in awe of.
The beauty in your eyes....
Sunlight captured in a smile
Is beauty truly definable?
Or is it more?
Beauty is a inspired feeling creating joy and excitement.
True beauty goes far beyond confidence
Beyond the ability to describe... but feel.
And in every describable way known....
You are beautiful.
Attendants
Attendants once were happy in the ancient mansion
Made of sand and granite by the cliff
How fortuitous to be employed in these harsh times
Tending to the mundane chores and sober orders
The rule of life for functionaries is to fulfill the reasonable requests
I guess things must have changed in history between the shadows
The help demand more benefits and pay
My servants used to bring me, one vitamin for breakfast
Champagne or absinthe were always there to wash it down
I had one worker for each arm and leg
The four of them became uniquely useless
So what if I forgot their names and birthdays
They still get paid and have definable obligations
Incongruities and inconsistencies will not be tolerated
Attendants are attendants one and the same
Now they play all day
Overlook the cliff at ships and crashing waves below
Sometimes all four gather shells down there and swim the shallows
Or gather pine cones to throw around into tomorrow
In their spare time they take me out like trash
One of them on each arm and leg and toss me in the yard
Being old and feeble I cannot walk or get around myself
I get by on rain water and bugs that happen by
The servants have taken over the old gray mansion
They copulate inside and left me here to die
Entered Contest on - 12/05/14 - "ONE OF YOUR BEST" - Poetry contest
Listen and watch, study and learn,
the smallest to the largest, average to the brightest of human brains,
turn them lose to play
The Mall Game.
It starts simply with a stroll down a mall street, delectable treats,
known as stores line the way, their best ware displayed in all its grandeur,
hoping to lure the unwary player
in The Mall Game.
People of every size and shape, education and income
are equal when they start down the mall street,
will soon become definable by the amount of their spending,
in The Mall Game.
Entertainment is cheap, drop off the kids, let them congregate and meet,
with security walking the mall street beat, it is much safer than the city streets,
they are always welcome, usually the biggest spenders
in The Mall Game.
Everywhere you look signs say buy from me,
an accommodating player takes the bait,
demolishes their budget in one mall sweep,
a more frugal player, hesitates, waits, will soon suffer the same fate.
This is a game of stop and go, you enter a store one of two ways,
look and wonder, or, select and pay,
whatever the choice the next stop is just down the way.
In The Mall Game a penny earned is a penny spent,
if funds run short, it becomes a plastic day,
and, if all else fails, there is always a company in a lending way.
In The Mall Game the object is spend, to continue to shop until
you reach the malls end, this is the game we play again and again,
the only winners those who play the game;
a penny earned is a penny saved,
they will be back and win again,
the rest will continue to fall prey,
in The Mall Game.
Amongst the bark of trees
there shines a light
a light not bright
yet still illuminates the night
dull, green and spherical it floats
within the forest
it appears to gloat
it's maniacal grin spreads
and causes unrest
but yet brings comfort
to souls lost
The green gradually fades
and a new shade is seen
the shade of red.
It's shape contorts and twists
becomes enraged and unreliable
the light is not definable
by human nor god
it rises and sits aloft the trees
as if it is defining itself
a greater being
a power unseen
the light pulses, jolts and flashes
suddenly implodes and turns to ashes
The dull green light never was and never will be.
Eighteen years of sorrow and abandonment.
Eighteen years of drowning in my own tears and the pity of the pathetic bystanders.
Eighteen years, and it finally comes to me in a sweet epiphany:
MY life starts here.
And what a better way to begin a life than to share it with another?
With a woman no words can describe, no matter how beautiful and exotic
(it would be an insult to say I could,
for she is anything but definable).
I have an eternity to look forward to with this woman who I pale,
literally,
in comparison.
The woman with the dazzling eyes and perfect smile.
I can forget about regression
and progress to achieve everything I never believed existed in the world.
At least,
not anymore.
I hear in her voice the sincerity I have craved my entire life.
It's a wondrous thing when you can admit,
wholeheartedly,
that you can literally hear love bubbling up inside the crevices of someone's soul.
She has opened my eyes and ears,
spirit and heart,
when I needed a rescuing no one but her could have offered
with words unrelatable to a past that's eaten holes into my heart.
And she calls herself lucky...
On The Lighthouse Watch
From the ocean floor rocks grew over time
Reached the surface, gray black boulders on the day peeked through
Open air exposed them as they spiraled up in jagged angles
They came to inspire lighthouse, beams of light and dreams
Blasting across the skies and seas, across the universe immortalized
Across the bows of ships and fleets of war with scores to settle
Inevitably, eventually, to retreat into the sea
Restoring, reassuring nature’s paths of life and light on ocean top
Solid as the foundation’s rocks that hold it steady in the storm
A warning beacon kept by a castle keeps old man
Who tends his lights like shepherds mind their sheep
Reaching out forever, rolling on the mist of tranquility
Holding sky and unencumbered seas immobilized within its boundaries
Keeper on the walls keeps watch for gradual movements of gravitation
Their names evolve as ingredients for a storm
The forces here named as follows; wave and wind
When woken from the sea they wake as fierce and dangerous
Their elements congregate to raw obedience as time and tide repeat
Watchers of the definable lighthouse hold unflappable
Bashing waves withdrawal like flooding tears
Streaming down the cheeks of etched out rocks
The one bright flashing eye of light, does not cry
It penetrates the darkest nights and wildest storm
And holds back imposing waves once more
What
What do I do with that love that filled the void
Do I fill it in with a choice that is inevitably yours
To do with it what meanderings in the mind one might contrive
Which presents definable conditions
That define us inevitably
What if the world really did revolve around you
Should I simply capitulate and resign
Or is there more to this than what I perceive
And simply leave it as it is
As what was originally conceived
And leave
Young Again***
The true story tells of a boy
Whose near-death experience
Took him on a tour of heaven.
The movie trailer shows the boy
Unable to recognize a photo of his
Elderly, deceased grandfather...
Until he sees a photo of grandpa as
A young man-about-town of which
The boy says, “Oh, I everyone
Is young in heaven!” And,
Like most, I felt joy at the idea —
Mostly the idea of joint pain relief
To be found in a heavenly re-gained
youth;
But then, I got to thinking:
How young is young-again in
heaven?
Perhaps, one should be old enough
To read or use a telescope?
Do our souls become legal at 21?
Is 40 too old to let me reunite
With my husband for eternity?
What of the souls who did not
Find their love for Jesus until 60?
Is the peak of life definable by age?
Is it the distance or the depth
Of the soul that is sought? And,
When is the how that is measured?
Is 33 our cut-off? I think that is
When I began real life kindergarten.
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(C) sally young eslinger 4/21